No Competition

Shout out Fatman that's my slime My baby momma came and got me She ain't waste no time You know that imma savage Imma ride I ain't gon hide So if we catch you outside It might be a homicide It Might just be a murda I'm prolly somewhere In the kitchen Tryna whip some water You know that imma drug dealer Come and take yo order You know imma thug bitch I can't be no sucker I ain't no goofy muhfucka Bitch you know that we take shit I ain't no cake bitch F*ck a bitch and kick her out Enjoy yo day bitch I hate niggas imma mfn racist Posted wit this forty I'll give yo ass a facelift I Took 12 on a chase Just like Jason I'm Starting over Bitch I'm back to the basics Bitch I love Ben Franklin Green like Franklin Big booty naked bitches shakin Reon glo'd Up they cant take it I need my money Now I can't wait Brock lesner bitch I lift weight They was sleep on me Now they wake Killed the pussy Now it need a wake Choppin cocaine on a plate I'll stab yo ass wit a shank If you ever try to take my bank Think a nigga ran outta paint Bitch I go hard in the paint Speedin real fast in a str8 Everyday is a fuckin payday You can Drown In these bullets like mayday I'll Slide through yo hood With a AK These niggas ain't come to play Nawww Shorty nemm Gon let it spray Walk up on a nigga Do em dirty lord We gon wipe em out Thats what we bought This thirty for You know we move With the piece like wegi boards Bullets jumpin Everywhere Like bunji cords We a clap a nigga up Like we at the awards If this was midevil times I'll have a sword Bitch I sell dope Cause ion wanna be poor Ain't shit good enough For these bitches They always want more Wtf she callin my phone for She ain't spending no money Ion wanna talk Imma sell this work Make it summersault Bring the forgis out Bitch cuz I Love to floss Don't think bout runnin off Bitch cuz we love to toss You just target practice I'll knock yo head off These bullets make a nigga lean Like fetenol I'm still the dope man Tryna get these bags off Take the rags off So I could count my riches I Can't forget I came from the trenches I'm the under dog Just to be specific That shit he rap bout You know that shit fiction He don't want no smoke That nigga don't want no Friction I Find his hide out Now we get to blicken They put in a cage And it made me viscous Nigga say he want smoke Come with it